Late Night

Elizabeth could barely keep her eyes open. She hated the way she smelled after a long day serving up fast food, and an evening of making ready-made meals for her blended family of LaDonna's children and hers.

She rode the bus, then walked a half mile through the bitter chill of winter, arriving at the pit restaurant that LaDonna cooked. The older Black woman was sitting by the pit, smelling of meat and smoke. She smiled upon seeing Elizabeth.

"Hey, baby girl," she said, stretching out. "You look as tired as I feel."

"Not the beauty queen life, for sure," Elizabeth agreed. LaDonna stood up, tugging down her thin cotton shorts and purple panties, exposing her bushy cunt. She sat back down, splaying her thigh legs wide, and Elizabeth took her up on the invitation, kneeling down and softly nibbling LaDonna's inner thighs. The stout Black woman rested her hands in Elizabeth's hair, purring as she started to eat her pussy.

Elizabeth ate her to a climax, then languidly tongued her ass, massaging her feet submissively. And all the while, Lamont's festering seed remained inside her, having found purchase in her womb, new life steadily and slowly growing.